The mirror in the garden pond is cracked with rushes, irises, rotting leaves and watercress; a single poppy lingers on, pale petals promise oblivion. In the mirror of the garden spade, a toad with its glittering topaz gaze, legs akimbo and puffed up body dangles from the shiny blade, toxin flooding warty membrane. Mirror, mirror […]
Day: November 30, 2017
Winter Moon
the moon’s a balloon it fills a clear icy sky bursting stars and snow Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1316 Moon of My Delight For the last episode about The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam, Chèvrefeuille has chosen a quatrain which he calls ‘Moon of My Delight’: Ah, Moon of my Delight […]
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